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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2009 16:54:55 GMT -5
Sojen Manderly and his entourage of thirty men-at-arms rest at dusk. They have been on the Kingsroad for several weeks, and can finally take some time to prepare. In the next couple of days, they would visit Goldgrass, and hopefully pick up the trail of the bandits that have been terrorizing the North and the Neck.
Sojen sits at the cookfire, sharpening the head of his spear. A suspicious looking package, long and hard, rested on his knees. Men walking by simply glanced, and then looked away. They had learned not to bother the young Manderly when his spear was in his hands.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 5, 2009 17:25:22 GMT -5
A small young man emerges from the darkness just outside of the fire light. He's wearing a cut leather tunic, and holding a frog spear over his back, his hair copper colored. He saunders in, and sits next to Sojen.
"Hello... What brings you hear Manderman?" the Crannogman asks, staring at the fire.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2009 17:29:40 GMT -5
Sojen looks up and chuckles.
"Ridding the realm of brigands and ne'erdowells, cousin." Sojen responded. "How goes Moat Cailin?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 5, 2009 17:32:24 GMT -5
The Crannogman looked at Sojen curiously, "we are no cousins. and Moat Cailin fares as well as something which exists only memories can. And what brigands do you seek?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2009 17:41:27 GMT -5
"I am Sojen, son of Jara Reed." He said. "That makes us cousins." He harumphed and smiled. "I seek the ones who have been terrorizing the North. I believe they go by "The God's Eyes"."
He shifted so that the package he held slid to the ground, but near his right hand.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 5, 2009 17:47:41 GMT -5
"And all Crannogmen have to be Reeds do they? Typical," the man said, taking a nut out of his pouch and cracking it between his teeth, eating the inside and throwing the shell away.
"You'll find no God's Eyes here... cuz... they only go after Seven Worshippers, and here in the swamps we keep to the Old Gods."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2009 17:51:25 GMT -5
"I only meant cousin in kinship. I am half of what you are fully. I spent my summers at Greywater Watch, and though I'm sure you would refuse to believe it, I am much more attuned to the Crannogmen line of thought than my own father's." He sighed.
"They persecute those who worship the Seven? That seems foolish and cowardly. They attack those who's Gods ask them to forgive them."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 5, 2009 17:54:18 GMT -5
"The Seven have no forgiveness for us Worshippers of the Old Gods. Take the beloved home of the Starks, turn it into a Sept! Spreading their faith all along the roads they cut down the forest to build," The Crannogman spit onto the ground, "And you aren't anything of what I am, Manderman. Good luck with your search. I hope the God's Eye find you," He stood up, as of to leave.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2009 17:56:29 GMT -5
"Wait, but a moment." Sojen said, standing as well.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 5, 2009 17:57:12 GMT -5
"Yes?" The smaller man asks, his frog spear in his hand.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2009 18:01:39 GMT -5
"I think we got off on the wrong foot." He said, crossing to him. "I cannot discuss it fully, in front of the men, but perhaps if you would be so kind to step outside of the earshot of camp, I could explain to you, more indepth, of why I seek the God's Eyes."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 5, 2009 18:10:40 GMT -5
The man seems wary, but reluctantly agrees.
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Hope you all are well and happy.